Competition: 100 Words Of Horror (Driftwood June 2017)

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100 Words Of Horror (Driftwood June 2017)

100 words of horror!

In a small word count setting, intimidate me. Scare me! Make me shiver with excitement. Make me shake with anticipation!

If you're like me at all, you enjoy a good scare. It's fun! And yet, it's not easy to scare everyone. Also, it's hard with a limited word count! 100 words is not a lot to work with. This should make you think. You need to choose your words wisely! For this event, try to scare me! That's your aim, scare Beef!

Grading will be based on common and easy rules of writing (periods to end sentences, commas to join thoughts that make up a sentence, beginning letters of a sentence capitalized, stuff like that), but mostly whether or not you can evoke that sense of dread.

I can't wait to see what you come up with! More details are available to subscribers for each monthly event. Subscribe and find out what to scare me with this month!

Competition Information
Parent Competition
Tarentum: Driftwood 2017
Organized by
Master Zsarion Bloodfyre
Running time
2017-06-01 until 2017-06-30 (about 1 month)
Target Unit
Clan Tarentum
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Third Level Crescents and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
Participants
4 subscribers, of which 3 have participated.
Results
Member
Ranarr Kul-Tarentae
Textual submission

We've all heard the stories of her, but her name must forever remain unspoken. There she stood, the High Priestess of Hell. They tell that to know her is to suffer the full tortures of Hell for eternity. She spoke to me, whispered, to look into her eyes. And as I did so, I saw the underworld ocean, black, under a sunless sky, with fumes rising from the surface were no water vapour; instead they curled and eddied with a silvery-white luminescence. Whisps danced closer. In her eyes, a fire that didn't consume, it just kept on licking coldly.

Placement
1st place
2nd place
Zyron Kael
Member
Zyron Kael
Textual submission

A chill bore through Dolash's risque tunic as he pulled the thin, translucent cloth tighter across his chest. He squinted his eyes against the dark upon the pale visage perched upon the low branch of his tree within the courtyard. The woman turned towards him, making eye contact. There was no chill that tickled his spine, but instead he was frozen by fear as he recognized that aura: unadulterated bloodlust. The spell was snapped as she began to giggle like a little girl and dropped from the branch to the ground. Dolash went to defend himself, but she was gone.

Placement
2nd place
3rd place
Magik
Member
Magik
Textual submission

The witch priestess is a glimpse of death.
Her body pierced my eyes with sorrow. Her sexy curvaceous figure brought pain to it's knees. Her eyes resembled winter at it's coldest moments. She stood in a puddle of blood, the blood dripped down her fingers and rolled off her cheeks down her chin, onto the floor. Her blades were sharper than razors. She was barely clothed, when I looked into her eyes, I saw my life flash before me. She could kill you with her words. She was a creature of lust, denizen of men. Her touch made me shiver.

Placement
3rd place